Knots (15 page)

Jesus—she was such a natural at this. He knew she would be.

And he was harder than he’d ever been for her, gazing at her pink, engorged folds all damp and spread wide for him.

“You like being smacked on the pussy with my hand? I’ve got something better . . .” He exhaled with a rough, dark sound.

Her head whipped around as he went and retrieved his crop.

“You’re gonna fucking love this, and I’ll even let you cream it if you want because I’m about ready to come myself just watching you all spread out like this for my enjoyment and being here—mine for the taking. You have no idea how edible you look right now.”

She smiled.

He took a deep breath, licked the end of his crop, and
slaaaaap
!

“Ssssfffffffff,” she sucked in a ragged, erotic sounding breath.

“You okay?”

She nodded.

“I want a verbal confirmation this time,” he said.

“Yes, Sir, I’m good . . . You can keep going, and I really . . .” She was breathless and looked slightly dazed. “I
really
like that. Jesus—that’s . . .”

He slapped that pussy again, harder this time, grinning as he did it.

“Fuck!” she cried out and her back arched off the bed.

“You wanna fuck—it’s that good?” He landed another blow, but this time lower down.

“God, I . . .”

“Should I let you come? I said you could, but I might want to draw this out after all,” he said, cocking his head at her.

Her hands flew to her tits and she cupped them.

“Uh, uh, uh . . . I didn’t say to cover those, did I?”

“Sir, I . . . Christ, I need to grab something,” she said, even more out of breath.

“You don’t need to grab anything but your lead,” he said, handing her the end of the scarf around her neck.

She glared at him for a second, until he slapped the crop over her clit.

She bounced, and so did her tits—exactly why he didn’t want them covered. Besides, they needed to join in on the fun.

He pulled the crop up to her lips.

“Your turn to lick it,” he said. “Open and extend that tongue for me.”

She gave him a wary look, then did as he asked.

He swiped the crop over her tongue, and as it retreated back in her mouth, he smacked the crop over her left breast, followed directly after on the right.

She gasped, yanking on the scarf so hard, he worried it might restrict her airflow, but suddenly she got this look on her face like she was drugged, but in a good way.

“Tongue,” he said.

It poked out, and he wetted his implement again.

Slack, slack, slack, slack!

He hit her pussy four times in rapid succession, and her breathing amped to about ten times louder.

That was it. He had to have her.

“Tell me right now you want me to fuck you, and I’ll do it, Jeanie,” he said, dropping the crop and then pulling his clothes off.

Fuck, please say it!

His dick was throbbing.

Her eyes glazed over, but they followed his motions. She was pulling tighter on the lead. Her eyes went frantic and pleaded for more. What the fuck? She was already into erotic asphyxiation? He wasn’t a big fan of it—
risky
.

“Sir, I want you so bad, my head’s fuzzy and my pussy’s drenched for you,” she said in a low, almost slurred manner.

He groaned, and his eyes slid up in his head. Fucking pussy was so ready for him, he probably wouldn’t last long. He opened his heavy-hooded eyes only enough to see what he was doing.

“Grip my cock tight with your pussy’s muscles like you did my fingers—show me how much you love having me inside you,” he said, dragging his body up hers.

Right as he was lined up, ready to go, he realized he was missing something.

Shitty condom. God, he hated those things, and never in his life had he wanted to feel flesh-on-flesh this badly—with his cock sliding without a barrier inside her. No one else made him feel this unfettered and animalistic, but she—oh fuck, did she ever call to his dick to be in there bare. But they hadn’t discussed going bareback, and he wasn’t about to piss her off by being a dickhead and going without one.

He got up, grabbed a condom and put it on quickly.

She groaned as she watched him roll it on.

“I didn’t get to taste it,” she whined.

He chuckled. “We have time.”

“The hour’s almost over,” she said, her hold still tight on that scarf.

He’d have to remember her inclination to choke herself like it was a noose.

No, not a noose—a lifeline—a tether to him.

Drip . . .

She was oozing down her inner thighs.

There was nothing sexier than that sight.

He got in her face, barely brushed his lips across hers, his forehead hovered an inch away from hers and he maneuvered himself up over her, dangling his body above hers.

“Say you want this, Jeanie. Say you can’t breathe unless I make love to you right this instant,” he murmured, his lips ghosting over hers.

“Mark, you know what I want, but I’ll tell you anyway, so there’s no doubt. I won’t survive this night if you don’t do this and fuck me now,” she said, her eyes scorching.

“Thank God,” he said and inched his way inside her so slowly, he was able to feel her muscles clench down in response to him penetrating her.

“So big,” she whispered in a tight gasp.

“All for you—all for my girl I couldn’t ever stop thinking about all these years,” he said, then wrapped his hands around her neck.

When her eyes went wide like she was about to protest, he shushed her.

He pulled the scarf off, and his fingers curled back around her neck.

“The threat of danger excites you, and I’m so turned on watching the way you react to it. So fucking delicious, just like your pussy,” he said, picking up the pace now and thrusting deep and powerful.

“I want you to control my body, my breath, Sir,” she admitted, her eyes pleading.

“Fuck, you’re gonna kill me,” he said. He let go of her, pulled out and moved her so her head was hanging off the edge of the bed. This would help to trap the air in her throat and give her a nice head-rush.

“This is a lot safer. Hold on to my shoulders so you don’t feel like you’re falling, unless of course you’re even more of a thrill seeker than I’d anticipated,” he said, smiling.

She grabbed his shoulders, and then her neck went lax.

He was back inside her in the next breath, and instead of putting both hands around her neck, he cupped it with one hand, his thumb over her trachea, and the rest of his fingers supporting the back of her neck. There was no pressure on her throat from his fingers.

He sucked hard, nipped at her jugular and then worked his way toward her windpipe.

The harder he fucked her and the rougher he was, the more she’d curve up into him and moaned like she was about to go off.

Her nipples hardened when he bit particularly hard at the top of her throat.

“More, oh God, Mark, I . . . Sir, you said I could come?” Her head tossed from side to side.

“You may come when you’re ready,” he said. Frankly, he didn’t want her to black out from having her head hanging off the bed like this and him compromising her air in little ways by pressing his lips firmly into her pulse point.

He was being careful, but still . . .

“Oh, oh, God, I . . . I’ve never felt this kind of . . . rush!” she moaned and started shaking a little beneath him.

He angled his upper body so he could get better leverage. This needed to end soon for both of their sakes.

So he pumped his hips hard and wrapped both hands around her neck. When his thumbs pressed down with the slightest hint in the middle, she climaxed with a scream, and her cunt gripped his cock so hard he lost it immediately.

He flung his arms around her, pulled her sagging body up so she was wrapped up in him and he kissed her everywhere he could while he came.

“I love you, Jeanie . . . I wanted you to see,” he breathed through wetness.

Was she crying?

He brushed her messy hair back out of her face—that was damp, too.

She was misted in his sweat, but there were definitely tears.

“Oh, fuck—did I hurt you?” he asked, putting her at arm’s length so he could examine her neck.

She sighed and went completely limp—a smile plastered across her face. “You hurt me in that I’m scarred . . . I hate vanilla now, Mark, and it’s all your fault for ruining something that was good.” She stifled a giggle with the back of her hand, then brushed a few last stray hairs off her face.

“That’s the shit I wanna hear all the time—fuck yeah, you’re ruined—for
me
!” He laughed and tackled her into the mattress. He kissed her long and hard, twisted his limbs all up in hers and never let go until his arms gave out on him.

“So, whattaya say? Still wanna get to know me and my fucked up idea of what lovemaking should be?” He spooned her from behind. How sappy of him, but he didn’t care. She smelled like him, all except her hair, so he alternated tasting her shoulder, inhaling at her neck, then burrowing his nose in her hair.

He probably looked like a mama cat cleaning her offspring.

His pussy.
His
!

He removed the condom, tossed it in the small trashcan next to his bed, then lay back down. She was glowing.

He cupped her breast and smoothed his thumb back and forth in slow strokes. So many soft spots on this woman’s body, and he wanted to know each of them intimately, and unless his tongue got involved, he would not be satisfied.

“How many times have I dreamed about having you in my bed? How many times have I wished you were here, and now that you are, I can barely believe it. You mean so much to me it’s ridiculous how willing I am to do anything to keep you. Stay with me as long as you can, and when you go, I want it to be because you absolutely have to, not because you want to.”

“Well, that’s not demanding or anything,” she said, giggling.

He rubbed her shoulders. “I’m a selfish bastard with a permanent hard-on for you, so sue me. Fuck—if I have to watch you go, I may go ballistic. Stay, Jeanie. I’ll make your every fantasy come true—I’ll take care of you. I want to. Find a way to stay. I’ll help you move here if that’s what we have to do,” he said, his voice breaking each time he said
stay
.

She stroked his thigh. “If I stayed here with you I’d never leave this bed, and how would I survive if I don’t make a living?”

“Let me figure this all out—just don’t go back to Phoenix. There’s nothing left there for you, right? You’ve said as much, and there’s everything here for you. Closure with Pono, you’ve got a man who adores and worships you, and you can find work here easily.” He plucked her hand off his thigh and pressed it to his lips. His soft, open mouthed kisses on her hand were arousing him again. Her fingers smelled like her come.

When did she have her hands on her pussy?

He got up, grabbed a hand towel and a wash cloth, then moistened it with some warm water.

When he came back, he cleaned her up and kept smiling at her.

She looked amazing—all glowing and pink everywhere.

When he was done cleaning them both off, he chucked the linens aside and then massaged her arms, shoulders and back.

She took a deep breath and hesitated for a moment, then looked at him over her shoulder. “Mark, let me ask you something . . . How do you think Pono’s family’s gonna feel when they find out I’m with you?”

“I don’t give a shit,” he barked with a wheeze.

“Yes, you do, and that’s what I adore about you—you care about everyone. You come across as gruff and commanding, which admittedly is a huge turn-on, but you’ve got the biggest heart of anyone I know. When you acted like you were going to choke me during sex, it wasn’t because you like that, was it?”

“Shhhh . . .” He didn’t want to talk about that just yet.

She flipped over in his arms and tucked herself up in his chest but kept her head tilted back so she was looking in his eyes. My God, she looked so tiny and vulnerable like that, and his arms automatically surrounded her.

“I saw the look of fleeting horror in your eyes when you realized I was serious, and I really did want you to restrict my airflow.”

“I was worried,” he admitted.

“But you did it anyway, at least enough to get me really going because I really wanted it. I don’t even know where that came from or why it took over, but there was this moment when my head was buzzing, and I knew you were the only man I could ever trust to take me further, and to not judge me for being wild and casting caution aside for a few moments. It was better than I ever could’ve imagined. So thank you.” She blinked and kissed his chest, then patted that spot afterward. “I’ve never felt as free as I did when you had me at your mercy that way, but I think it was because I knew I could stop it any moment.”